In spite of her shyness in front of another man, Tess was warmed by his praise.
She watched, at once fascinated and anxious, as Mr. Stevenson took up the cane and demonstrated proper wrist action and arm position on the pillow. After a bit, Ryan took the cane from him and whipped it in the air, letting it land with a thwack against the pillow.
Tess flinched, unable to control her gasp. What had she agreed to? What if she couldn’t handle it? A lump rose in her throat that she was unable to swallow away. She closed her eyes and focused on relaxing her breathing, and after a while, she regained control, feeling calmer, though still nervous as hell.
They worked for several more minutes, until Mr. Stevenson said, “You’re ready for the real thing, my boy. You’re a natural with a cane.”
Ryan turned back to Tess, the cane in his hand, a cruel, sexy smile on his handsome face that sent a rush of liquid heat through her body. “How about you, Tess? Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, unable to keep the slight tremble out of her tone.
The two men moved behind her, and she was actually glad she couldn’t see their faces, because it meant they couldn’t see hers.
She jumped when the cane made its initial contact with her bottom, not because it hurt, but because it startled her. She didn’t know who was holding that cane, but it didn’t really matter. She was submitting with her body to them both, but with her heart to Ryan.
The cane struck her lightly across both cheeks and continued in a steady manner, the sting slowly intensifying as her skin heated. She began to breathe in rapid, gasping pants.
“Slow your breathing,” Ryan urged from behind her. “You’re doing really well.”
Tess made a conscious effort to comply, and after a few moments, she managed to get more air into her lungs, and her heart eased its erratic pace.
“She’s ready for more, I think,” Mr. Stevenson said.
“I agree,” Ryan replied.
There was a whooshing sound, and then the first crack of real pain as the cane made stinging contact with her flesh. Tess cried out, shocked. But after a moment, the sting edged into something warm, even welcome.
“Beautiful,” Ryan breathed, awe evident in his tone.
The cane struck again, another line of fire just below the first. Tess forgot about submissive grace and acceptance as the cane left stripes of white-hot intensity over every inch of her bare bottom. “Ow, ow, ow, ow,” she began to chant, squirming and writhing in her restraints, dancing on her toes in a vain effort to avoid the relentless sting. “I can’t, I can’t…”
“Maybe we should—” Ryan began.
“No,” Mr. Stevenson interjected firmly. “This is when you forge ahead. Don’t stop too soon. You’ll diminish the experience for her. Have faith in her, Ryan. She can take more than you think you can—indeed, more than she thinks she can.”
“Yes, you’re right,” Ryan agreed. “She’s very brave.”
She could have said her safeword, or even just asked Ryan to stop, and he would have.
But she didn’t.
She wanted to keep going, inspired and thrilled by their confidence in her. Though her poor bottom was on fire, so was her cunt, and she had never felt more alive in her life.
The cane continued to whistle and crash against her, but either her skin was adapting to the pain, or something else was at play. The sting was no longer quite as sharp, and something was happening to her that she couldn’t seem to control, even if she’d wanted to. Her head had fallen back of its own accord, her lips parting, her breath slowing and deepening along with the rhythm of her heart.
“That’s it. That’s where you want her, Ryan. There’s nothing more exquisite than watching a submissive fly, and being drawn along with her on the journey.”
She heard the words, but didn’t entirely comprehend what Mr. Stevenson was saying. She was floating somewhere in a peaceful place in the middle of a vast, silent ocean, not quite dreaming, but not quite conscious.
As she drifted, she slowly became aware that the caning had stopped. Mr. Stevenson’s voice again penetrated her consciousness. “I’ll take my leave now so you can finish the scene in private. The room is paid for through the morning. Please enjoy the champagne, and keep the rig and the cane as small tokens of my appreciation for your sharing your beautiful submissive with me. I do hope we will meet again for another session in the future.”
She heard the room door open and then, “Treasure what you have, my dears. Life is so fleeting.” The door closed with a soft click.
Her cuffs were released, and she sagged back against Ryan. He lifted her into his arms and then set her gently on her stomach on the bed. “You were perfect,” he said as he sat down on the mattress beside her. “The welts are beautiful and you were magnificent.”
Somehow, Tess found the strength to lift her head. “What about you, Sir? I want to please you. I want to worship your cock.”
Ryan smiled. “We have all night, my love.” He put his hand on her head, gently guiding it back to the pillow. She was exhausted, and still caught in the thrall of whatever amazing place the caning had taken her, and she didn’t resist.
He drew his fingers lightly over her still very tender bottom, and then slipped his hand between her thighs. She sighed deeply as he stroked her swollen clit and slid a finger inside her. She moaned as he began to move his hand against her cunt, already so aroused that she was almost instantly ready to climax.
“Can I come?” she whispered breathlessly.
“Yes,” Ryan replied.
He continued to rub and stroke her as she shuddered in violent orgasm. But, instead of easing his pace until he gently drew his hand away, as was his usual pattern, this time he continued to tease her clit as he thrust his finger in and out of her with perfect friction.
“Please,” she panted after a while. “I can’t. It’s too much. I need to rest.” Even as she said this, the wave of a second climax had begun to build inside her.
“I’ll tell you when it’s time to rest,” Ryan said, his tone dominant and sure. “Surrender yourself to me. Give me everything you have.”
The wave crashed before she could even ask permission, and she shook with the intensity of the orgasm, which was just as powerful as the first.
Again and again, he pulled the climaxes from her until she was writhing on the bed, panting and gasping, tears streaming down her face. She lost count of the orgasms, becoming pure, raw lust, only dimly aware of where Ryan’s hand began and her body ended. Finally, she became aware of a high-pitched keening sound as the last orgasm was wrested from her body.
Then Ryan’s arms were around her, and he pulled her into a warm, strong embrace, holding her until her crying gasps and shudders slowly subsided.
“Shh,” he whispered as he held her close. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe with me. You’ll always be safe with me.”
Chapter 12
Six months into their relationship, Tess and Ryan formally moved in together. The timing was perfect, as Peter and his girlfriend had gotten engaged, and Peter had moved out of Ryan’s place. Though everyone at work knew they were together, no one suspected that the gold chain Tess wore around her neck was in fact a collar from her Dom—a constant, sexy reminder that she was owned in the best possible way by a man who loved her.
Their exercise room now doubled as a BDSM playroom, complete with sturdy hooks in the ceiling that held hanging plants when guests came over, but would support the rope and chain Ryan used to bind her for a whipping or caning, or support the portable leather bondage swing when he wanted to sexually torture her and then fuck her until she was delirious with pleasure.
Though of course they maintained their professional demeanor at work, Ryan would sometimes send a one-word text to Tess—just her name—echoing back to when Mr. Stevenson used to call Olivia into the office with that single word command. When she got the text, if she was able, she was to report to his office.
She
would enter silently, locking the door behind her. Before coming any farther into the room, she would remove her panties, which she would then bring to her Master. Ryan would accept them with a sexy smile and not return them until the evening.
Sometimes he would just passionately kiss her, but other times he might swivel his desk chair toward her, revealing his unzipped trousers, his cock already in hand. She had exactly five minutes to make him come, and if she failed, she would be punished when they got home that night. But because the scenario got them both so excited, she never failed to give her lover the satisfaction he demanded. Her reward later that night would be every bit as sexy and thrilling as her punishment would have been.
She would return to her office, sans underwear and on fire with desire, though she was forbidden to touch herself. Sometimes it was very hard to concentrate on her work after those sexy sessions, but she had to admit—she loved every second of it.
When at home, Ryan kept Tess either naked or in one of her growing collections of waist cinchers. She loved the way they made her feel, as if Ryan himself were gripping her waist, laying claim to her. They forced her to move with a certain grace, and she’d taken to wearing them at work too, hidden beneath her conservative suits.
Tess had never been happier, and the delicious irony of being Ryan’s submissive at home was not lost on her. The confidence and joy she gained from achieving submissive grace was mirrored back in her professional life. She attacked each workday with vigor and energy, and her latest performance review had been glowingly positive, and accompanied by a very nice raise.
They continued to meet with Mr. Stevenson from time to time, sometimes for a scene, sometimes just for a meal. He had brought a friend to their last dinner, a woman named Lorraine Pickford, whom he’d met on a BDSM singles site. “My grandchildren gave me a laptop for my ninety-third birthday,” Mr. Stevenson explained. “They were very patient showing me how to do email and use this internet thing. I had no idea what all was out there,” he’d added with a decidedly mischievous gleam in his eye as he patted Lorraine’s hand.
Though in her eighties, Lorraine was still beautiful, with dark, intelligent eyes, high cheekbones and a generous mouth. Tess found the way they held hands and kept smiling at each other and exchanging secret looks very touching. “Lorraine’s new to the scene,” Mr. Stevenson explained, “but one day I hope she’ll be ready to allow you both to witness her submissive grace, just as the two of you have honored me.”
One evening when Ryan and Tess came home after a long workday, a small box with Tess’s name on it was waiting by the front door. She didn’t recognize the return address. “Huh,” she said. “I don’t remember ordering anything. I wonder what it is.”
“I guess you’ll just have to open it and see,” Ryan said, attempting a deadpan expression though his dancing eyes gave him away.
Tess sat on the sofa in the living room and opened the box. She took out a small cloth pouch. Inside was a pair of what she guessed were nipple clamps, though they were different from the alligator clip type Ryan sometimes used on her. She pressed the sides of one of the oval metal rings to open the rubber-tipped clamps.
“Ouch, these look dangerous,” she said with a shiver.
Ryan’s smile was at once sexy and cruel. “Not dangerous, but definitely not for beginners. They’re called clover clamps.” He sat beside her. “There should be another pair in there.”
Tess reached into the bubble wrap and found another pouch. Ryan took it from her and drew out a second set of clamps. He pushed open the spring mechanism. “The cool thing about these beauties is when you pull on them, instead of popping off, they actually get tighter.” He let it snap shut.
Tess dropped the clamps, her hands flying involuntarily to her breasts to cover her nipples. “You think I can handle that?”
“I know you can, my love.” Ryan stroked her thigh, pushing her skirt up and moving his hand slowly toward her bare pussy, as she’d given her panties to him that afternoon in his office.
“Spread your legs,” he directed.
As Tess shifted to obey, her mind suddenly focused in on the second set of clamps. She sat up, abruptly slamming her legs closed. “Whoa. Wait a minute. What’s the second set of clamps for?” she asked, afraid of the answer.
Ryan pushed her gently back against the cushions and slid his hand under her skirt, forcing her to part her thighs. He cupped her cunt and rubbed his palm against her clit. “What do you think they’re for, sub girl?”
Tess moaned as he stroked and teased her as only he knew how. “Ryan, I couldn’t. It would hurt too much.”
“You can do what I tell you to do, Tess. Surely you know that by now? You trust me, right? I wouldn’t give you more than you can handle.”
Despite her trepidation, her clit was throbbing beneath his touch, her sex swelling and opening like a flower. Still, she couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of those hard, unyielding clamps gripping her delicate labia.
Correctly reading her fear, Ryan took her into his arms. “Remember, you’re courageous and strong. This is just another step on our D/s journey, another chance for you to show your submissive grace.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for reminding me.”
“You’re welcome, my love. Now, stand up and take off your clothes. I want to clamp your nipples and your lovely cunt.”
When she was naked, Ryan stood and stepped behind her. As he nuzzled her neck with kisses, he brought his hand to her throat and wrapped his fingers around it, sending a tremor of submissive desire through her entire body.
“Who do you belong to?” he whispered into her ear.
“You, Sir,” she murmured back, trying to twist around to kiss him. But he held her still, increasing the pressure at her throat so that she gasped, her heart thudding in her chest.
After a moment, he let her go and turned her to face him, staring down at her with those sea glass green eyes. “Tonight you will prove it once again. Hold up your breasts in offering.”
Tess obeyed, her eyes on her lover as he picked up a pair of clamps.
He gripped her left nipple between his thumb and index finger, pulling it taut. With his other hand, he opened one of the clamps, positioned it over her nipple and let the spring close.
“Ow,” Tess cried, jerking back herself. “That really hurts.”
“But it’s nothing you can’t handle, brave girl,” Ryan assured her, his eyes gleaming with sadistic lust. “Now stand still so I can clamp the other one.”
Tess forced herself back into position, her heart hammering against her ribs. In spite of the pain, or no, precisely because of it, her cunt ached with need as she waited with trepidation for the second fierce pinch.
As it closed over her right nipple, Tess managed to remain still, expressing her pain in a long hiss of breath through pursed lips. The short silver chain that held the clamps together swayed against her breasts. She was already ascending to that dark, perfect place in her psyche where pleasure and pain lost separate meaning, and all she wanted to do was please her Master.
Ryan guided her gently back down to the couch. He crouched in front of her with the second wicked pair.
Tess closed her eyes as Ryan parted her thighs and stroked her pussy with sure fingers. “You were born to suffer for me, isn’t that right, sub girl?” His voice was low and husky with desire.
“Yes, Sir.”
She drew in a breath as he tugged gently at her right outer labia and positioned the clamp on either side. He released the mechanism and it clamped her like a vise.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Shh,” Ryan soothed. “You’re doing great.” He pulled at the left labia and closed the clamp on her tender flesh. “Slow your breathing. Focus on how much you’re pleasing me right now.”
She was whimpering softly, but somehow managed to take a deep breath, which she let out slowly.
“Better, yes? The pain should be easing now—your nerve endings growing numb.”
He was right. While the clamps on her nipples and labia still hurt, the pain was tolerable, and the erotic overlay of dark desire was undeniable.
Ryan leaned closer, his hands resting on her spread thighs. His tongue snaked out, licking against her throbbing clit.
She groaned with pleasure, which wrapped like a ribbon around the erotic pain.
He licked and kissed her until she was panting, a climax building inside her. When he slid one finger and then two inside her, she screamed with pleasure and cried out, “Please, Sir. Can I come?”
“Yes.”
He added another finger, moving it like a cock inside her as he licked her to a powerful orgasm that left her nearly unconscious with its power. She was only dimly aware when he lifted her into his arms, but then she snuggled against his chest as he carried her through the house and into the bedroom.
He laid her gently on the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Sitting beside her, he said, “I’m going to take them off now, Tess. It’s going to hurt, but only for a second or two.”
He removed the labia clamps first, and Tess flinched as the blood rushed back, reawakening her tortured nerve endings. The nipples were worse, and she cried out at the stinging pain, though, as promised, it only lasted a few seconds before subsiding into a dull but not unpleasant ache.
Ryan draped himself over her, and she wrapped her arms and legs eagerly around him, welcoming his heavy masculine body over hers, and the press of his hard cock between her legs. “You’re perfect,” he whispered ardently as he entered her wetness. “And you’re mine.”
A few weeks after the introduction of the clover clamps, Ryan brought up the idea of labial piercing, showing her a few pictures online that, Tess had to admit, looked pretty sexy. Nevertheless, she had categorically refused to consider piercing for herself. No way in hell was someone going to put a needle through her labia. Just the thought made her cringe.
He hadn’t pressed her, and they’d dropped the subject. But Tess hadn’t forgotten. She began to do some research online about body piercing. She couldn’t help but admire the beautiful jewelry some of the women wore in their piercings, and though her mind continued to rebel, her body responded to the images—her nipples hardening, her cunt moistening.
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